Page 95 of Keep Me Never
When we get there, Chase turns to me, tugging me close with a hand on my ass. “Quiet now,” he teases, “unless you want to wake them all up and face the firing squad, also known as Cameron.”
“Think she’s awake?”
Chase grins. “I thinktheyare wide awake but locked in Brady’s room.” He laughs lightly, nodding his head as he opens the door.
I slip past him, stifling a laugh as he joins me in creeping toward the hall, but before we reach his room, his hand shoots out, latching on to my wrist, and he tugs me in the bathroom, gently closing and locking the door behind us.
Chase twists the shower knob, warm water spilling in a quick, steady stream. He hooks a finger at me, that same mischievous glint in his eyes. “Come rinse off,” he whispers, pushing the robe from my body, my bra right behind it.
Slowly, and with his eyes glued to mine, his fingers slide down my ribs, pausing only when his thumbs have hooked my panties. “Should we leave these on?”
Rather than answering him with words, I place my palms over his hands, gently urging them down.
He lowers them all the way until he’s gently lifting my feet, removing them completely. His eyes don’t fall to the heat between my legs, but the heat in his eyes doubles.
I step into the spray as he removes his last piece of clothing, and then he’s right there, crowding behind me, his hands bracing the tile on either side of my head, caging me in as the water sluices over us. His mouth brushes my damp shoulder, a slow drag of lips and tongue.
“This was supposed to be quick,” I remind him, breathless, as his fingers slide teasingly along my waist.
He smirks against my skin. “I’m multitasking.” His hands glide, possessive but controlled, touching but not taking, his restraint only making the heat coil tighter between us.
But I’m glad he has some because mine is washing away withthe water, and I press back in to him, feeling the heat of his bare—completely bare—skin on mine for the first time.
He’s hard,longagainst my back, our difference in height allowing me to feel the size of him stretching along my spine, and it takes everything in me not to turn and press myself to him in a new way.
“Later,” he promises then, his voice rough silk, as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “In my bed.”
A shiver runs through me, sharp and eager, as he shuts the water off and grabs a towel, wrapping it around me like he’s sealing the fervor between us.
Without another word, he tugs me gently down the hall, into his room.
His space.
His scent clings to the air, familiar and intoxicating, and something warm spreads through my chest as he drops the bundle of our damp pj’s near the door.
I pad over to my suitcase, already sitting open in the corner, and fish out a new set of pajamas, but before I can even think to pull them on, Chase catches my eye. He shakes his head and pulls a worn T-shirt from a drawer, tossing it to me with a look that makes my knees wobble.
I catch it and pull it over my head, letting the towel fall from around me as the shirt drops over me, the hem brushing low on my thighs, and I look over at him just as he spins, having pulled on a pair of briefs.
His gaze darkens, appreciative, but he keeps it playful, that crooked smile curling his mouth as he watches me climb onto the bed.
We both slip under the covers at the same time, meeting in the middle like magnets. Chase shifts onto his side, propping himself on one elbow, his eyes burning into mine.
“You’re intoxicating,” he murmurs.
I drag my fingers along his forearm, a teasing grin on my lips. “No more than you are.”
I lean in for a kiss, but just as our mouths brush, he hushes me softly.
“Not yet,” he whispers, and his thumb sweeps along my cheek, tender as ever.
His touch continues, skimming beneath the hem of the T-shirt until his fingers find me, bare and already aching for more of him. His eyes ask for permission he doesn’t need, but I give him a little nod anyway, and his long, thick fingers stroke across my clit.
My chest rises with a full breath, and he slides lower, dipping between my folds. His jaw tightens, eyes never once leaving mine as he glides his finger back and forth, up over my clit, and then back down, the sounds of my arousal filling the space in the most erotic of ways.
It feels dirty, scandalous somehow in a way I’ve never experienced.
I love it.
